Ugh, I don’t know what I’m doing, but I keep slugging along. Still a slug. I wish I were invincible but being a slug is close to being invincible, unless someone sees you slithering on a sidewalk and pours salt all over you to watch you die. I think that would be okay.

Shameful slug. So worried about the thoughts, judgements of others and what others perceive you… it’s okay! they don’t know progress and growth, they’re a bunch of ass hats anyway. They don’t even see the amount you are progressing and growing. All they know is they don’t know! You’re small and quiet so how could they?

It may be slow moving for you, but you’re getting there. Don’t fret ugh slug. You have a tender heart, that sees all the good in people. But they’re not. Watch out next time. Stick to yourself, you’re the only one who can push you, slither you into the right direction.

And if you have to start again tomorrow, start again. Leave behind the voices, leave the past behind you. You can do it ugh slug.